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826 A FACTORY VIOLET.
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words sent home ; " . Mo Thi ther s part had no of the emp s loyment tory is best for related us at in home her , _owru and foodshe all
where there was no work there was no , so gave us she could—liberty ; sending * us out of her way it home in the morning filled
with we with would a firewood basket set , off : with then for an , the with injunctio fields the round bri n to ght bring Leicester summer-day and again before if it kept us
fine , stay are the out hours till I the then evening spent . in Very making pleasant the , acquaintance to look back of "
bird upon of flowerand tree . We made necklaces of daisiesand trimmed , our bonnets , with wild roses and blackberry blossoms , ,
and if we went hungry we ate the tender shoots of the hawthorn and the honied petals of the red clover flower . I do not mother mean
made that we it ' were a rule entirel never y without to run food into at debt this our time , but l as was both scanty and uncertainthough few peop , le guessed suppy anything ;
about it . , c Brightest things are fleetest /
bo time says ' did the not poet last , and long so . it When turned I out was with eleven me ; years the c of blessed age , -
wanderings wh mother ere I had am [ the no still more good emp p fortune loyed leasan ; t to and exp get eriences now me no into of more the the warehouse del chtlce ightful far
and niente monotonous —henceforward , sometimes it must , yet be pleasant work , woman withal , ' s as work it rewarded , dreary
me with the proud consciousness that I was not only able to say eat my that bread there , are but no to ear heroic n it . hearts " Brav among e Huth " our Wills labo . uring Who poor will ?
his industry That life poor , than factory ever girl the a golden was proudest nobler throne monarch far . , in No that wonder honest lazily that love droned our of
working-peop away le upon are the marvel of the worjd , when they have such daughters as Huth Wills . Once in the factory her love of
becam books e began acquainted to disp with lay itself the , sublime and , at the grandeur age of of fourteen " Milton , she ' s
Milton Paradis 's e m Lost atchless , " of which poem she my thus whole speaks soul : — responded " When I to read its
at unearthl niht y for music the echoes . I was of its , enrap wondrous tured , and melod could Thenceforward scarcely sleep
I lived g in a world of my own , illumined by a y . light that never ¦ was on sea or shore . ' Life was never to be joyless
again—1 And I drank on honey the dew milk had of Paradise fed . " Thenceforth our little human lark learned to pour forth in soft
melodious notes the earnest aspirations of her maiden souL
The power that had so long remained dormant within her
826 A Factory Violet.
826 A FACTORY VIOLET .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1864, page 326, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071864/page/38/
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